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1917 
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Ballade of Liberty 

and Other Patriotic Verses 



BY 

EMMA Frances Dawson 






Copyright, 191 7 

by 

Emma Frances Dawson 



for 


©Ci.A4Gl:(80 


MAY -9 1917 



Ballade of Liberty 



SHE came unseen upon the ship Mayflower; 
The Continentals conjured her from space; 
How luminous, how kind her eyes of power; 

Her smile gave Union army heart of grace. 
Great is her might, for she is of one race 
With Thought, Infinity, and the Most High. 
See to it that a guard shall now draw nigh. 

Themselves they honor who her right uphold. 
Americans! Are we to hear the cry: 

"Is that the Goddess Liberty blindfold?" 

Her eyes ! Proud thoughts of Freedom for their dower, 

Strength of vast sky where no winds interlace, 
And pity for the souls that cringe and cower, 

- All those in bonds of narrow thought or place, 

Beyond compassion of the Night's embrace, ' 
That takes the tired half-world to lullaby, 
With balm of sleep beguiles its pain and sigh, 

Or shows, for toys, wide tracts of stars of gold, 
Americans! Beware! Wait not the cry: 

"Is that the Goddess Liberty blindfold?" 



BALLADE OF LIBERTY 



Her stately beauty deepens every hour, 

Let no rude hand her guardianship disgrace! 
Longed for through ages and their perfect flower, 

Is there a shadow faUing on her face? 

The heights of Air are hers, and Earth at base 
Where the un fathomed depths of ocean Ue. 
If she should ever turn from us to fly 

How then would all her virtues be extolled! 
Americans ! Shall she give smothered cry : 

"Is that the Goddess Liberty blindfold?" 

Envoy 

Americans! What if stern ghosts came by? 
Amazement, sorrow, wrath, in every eye ; 

Our heroes, slain to leave us uncontrolled ; 
How could we bear their bitter anguished cry: 

"Is that the Goddess Liberty blind f old f 

Read at the municipal celebration of the Fourth of July in 
San Francisco, 1889. 



The Voice of California 

Soulless I lay, 
Though mine the reach of redwoods star communing, 
And might of snowy mountains that affray. 
Long importuning, 
The insolent, persistent sea 
Roared, pushed and vainly questioned me. 
The ages passed me like the tossing spray, — 
I had no yesterday. 

I did not mark 
The rush of trampHng rain and wind reviUng, 

Nor thrill of dread that touched athwart the dark 
From fell moon smiling; 
Knew not of hour nor place nor man. 
Still blank in the Eternal Plan. 
Fresh star might flame or old go out like spark. 
For me a rayless arc. 

I could not fear 
The brutal sunshine's grasp, so fiercely holding, 

Nor fog, like Silence taken shape, drawn near. 
Closely blindfolding. 
I, unaware, with the huge world. 
Still on, through space mysterious hurled, 
To ride the heavens, or to disappear, — 
Wind, Darkness, only, near. 



THE VOICE OF CALIFORNIA 



Tumult and glare! 
Volcano, earthquake, or the Hour befalling? 
From outer gloom I entered crystal air, 
Heard ocean calling, 
Saw cloudland mocking billowy tide, 
My loneliness descried. 
Though of my savage beauty half aware, 
I felt but vague despair. 



My fit ally 
The grizzly, that the Indian calls undying, 
Stood over me and looked into my eye 
Of firm replying. 
I saw my monstrous vulture swoop 
Above the wolves in hurrying troop 
Behind a plunging bison herd gone by, 
Then but great empty sky. 



I raised my head, 
Beheld red shaman making incantation, 

An old man Elemental Powers had bred 
To change creation; 
He turned to bird or dog, or deer, 
Could go and come or disappear. 
Grim, painted warriors round a great fire led 
Weird dance where shadows sped. 



THE VOICE OF CALIFORNIA 



On elbow then, 
And watching gulls their stout wings long uplifting, 
I spied a junk with friar Buddhists ten. 
Pass wrecked and drifting. 
Long after came a caravel; 
I saw the sailors meet, rebel. 
And Cortez singly, unawed even then. 
Face his mad, cursing men! 

I sat upright: 
The peace was mine of olive orchards spreading; 
Of thick, green branches gleaming yellow light, 
Ere globed fruit shedding; 
Of vines that, bubbUng grapes, foretell 
The beaded wine of cheery spell ; 
Of browsing sheep in meadows without blight; 
And cattle bells at night. 



Chant, taper, prayer; 
Great roses Mission gardens overflowing, 

With lilies of Saint Joseph clustered there, 
Like pale dawn showing; 
Soft chime unfolding flowers of sound. 
That breathing, wreathing, floated round. 
Enthralling, calling, falling through the air. 
With saints' names everywhere. 



THE VOICE OF CALIFORNIA 



Naught was to rue. 
In chaparral not hiding, seeking, running. 

My tufted quail went pertly strutting through, 
No thicket shunning. 
The Yaqui diver brought up pearl 
Watched but by surges' crest and curl; 
My magic glass of atmosphere, strong, true. 
Gave him far scenes to view. 



Drawn to my knee. 
There came disputing voices, weapons glistened, 
Where to guitar and castanet in glee, 
I late had listened. 
Before I knew, I saw o'er me 
The mighty flag of Liberty, 
Fit for my half-barbaric realm of sea 
And land untrodden, free. 



There comfort lies. 
Illuminated missal page sent flying. 

In red and white and blue it testifies, 
Heart satisfying. 
Brief line of David's psalm, with stress 
No more shall man of earth oppress! 
Like bow of promise after rainy skies. 
It gladdens all men's eyes. 



THE VOICE OF CALIFORNIA 



Erect I stood, 
Amid my yellow poppies nodding, hinting 

"Ah! Gold is a chimera!" as they shewed 
Massed sunshine glinting; 
No ore could fashion their fair cup, 
Nor riches stay its withering up. 
Yet now my mountain passes' solitude 
Heard ring of steel intrude. 



A throng of men ! 
The rule of priest had changed to that of layman, 
Who roving, rifling far ravine and glen, 
Seemed spell of shaman. 
With brutes in human guise, in swarm, 
Were men that death need not transform. 
Absorbed I watched them, till, to my dazed ken. 
My spirit strengthened then. 

I found man's soul 
Has tragic grandeur of vast gorges lonely, 

Deeper than echoes of the world may roll, 
And mist-veiled only; 
Impulsive dash and cry and flight 
Of cascade glimpsing heavenly height; 
Is strong as immemorial pine's stern bole. 
Weak as spent wind's control. 



10 THE VOICE OF CALIFORNIA 

A soul in me 
Traced in the universe no limitation; 

A trend toward Central Force of mystery, 
Whose veiled vibration 
Through Nature and through Man we know 
As Love, and Truth, and Beauty's glow, 
Behold through interchanging of these three 
Eternal Unity. 

Thus I discerned 
The big sea-lion on my shore reposing. 

The little ant beneath my wood leaves turned, 
A heart disclosing; 
From moon and tide, the hush of night, 
The stir and song at morning light, 
And through men's souls when hidden linking 
burned. 

Of Sympathy I learned. 

I faced the east. 
One hand above my eyes for earnest gazing: 
Afar, aloft, a tiny speck increased, — 
The noon was blazing, — 
I watched it surely drawing nigh. 
In wide curves sweeping through the sky, 
And every year I pause, my thought to feast 
On joy that has not ceased. 



THE VOICE OF CALIFORNIA 1 1 

O happy tryst! 
To meet the Day I stood my arms upraising 

In yearning lovehness where naught is missed. 
I hear all praising, 
My breath is balm, my veins run gold, 
My pride is — sister hearts enfold. 
Our Eagle, circling with calm eyes sun-kissed, 
Alighted on my wrist! 

Read at the celebration of Admission Day by California at 
the Chicago Fair, 1893. 



"OldGloryl"* 

(Chant Royal) 

Enchanted web ! A picture in the air, 

Drifted to us from out the distance bkie, 
From shadowy ancestors through whose brave care 

We Uve in magic of a dream come true. 
With Covenanters' blue, as if were glassed 
In dewy flower-heart the stars that passed ; 

O blood-veined blossom that can never blight ! 

The Declaration, like a sacred rite, 
Is in each star and stripe declamatory, 

The Constitution thou shalt long recite. 
Our hallowed, eloquent, beloved "Old Glory!" 

O symphony in red, white, blue! fanfare 

Of trumpet, roll of drum, forever new 
Reverberations of the Bell, that bear 

Its tones of Liberty the wide world through ! 
In battle dreaded like a cyclone blast ! 
Symbol of land and people unsurpassed, 

Thy brilliant day shall never have a night. 

On foreign shore no pomp so grand a sight. 
No face so friendly, naught consolatory 

Like glimpse of lofty spar with thee bedight. 
Our hallowed, eloquent, beloved ''Old Glory!" 

* "Old Glory !" as our flag was baptized by our soldiers dur- 
ing the Rebellion. — Preble. 



"OLD GLORY!" 13 

Thou art the one Flag, an embodied prayer, 

One, highest and most perfect to review. 

Without one nothing; it is lineal, square, 

Has properties of all the numbers, too, 

Cube, solid, square root, root of root, best classed 

It for his Essence the Creator cast. 

For purity are thy six stripes of white, 
This number circular and endless quite, 

Six times, well knows the scholar wan and hoary, 
His compass, spanning circle, can alight, — 

Our hallowed, eloquent, beloved "Old Glory!" 



Boldly thy seven Hues of scarlet flare; 

As when o'er old centurion it blew. 
(Red is the trumpet's tone, it means to dare!) 

God favored seven when creation grew: 
The seven planets, seven hues contrast; 
The seven metals, seven days, not last 

The seven tones of marvelous delight 

That lend the listening soul their wings for flight ; 
But why complete the happy category 

That gives thy thirteen stripes their charm and 
might ? 
Our hallowed, eloquent, beloved "Old Glory!" 



14 "OLD GLORY!" 

In thy dear colors honored everywhere, 

The great and mystic ternion we view; 
Faith, Hope and Charity are numbered there, 

And the three nails the Crucifixion knew. 
Three are offended when one has trespassed, 
God and one's neighbor and one's self aghast. 

Christ's deity, and soul, and manhood's height ; 

The Father, Son and Ghost may here unite. 
With texts like these, divinely monitory, 

What wonder that thou conquerest in fight, 
Our hallowed, eloquent, beloved "Old Glory!" 

Envoy 

O blessed Flag! sign of our precious Past, 

Triumphant Present and our Future vast. 

Beyond starred blue and bars of sunset bright 
Lead us to higher realm of Equal Right! 

Float on in ever lovely allegory, 

Kin to the eagle and the wind and light. 

Our hallowed, eloquent, beloved "Old Glory!" 



The first prize is awarded to your noble Invocation to the 
Flag in the Pilot competition. 

I enclose a check for one hundred dollars. 

I congratulate you on having added a great poem to the 
permanent literature of America. 

John Boyle O'Reilly. 



It should be known everywhere. 

Ina Coolbrith. 



As ray by ray some distant star discloses 

Its virgin splendor in a sky forlorn, 
As when a new breath stirs among the roses 

And one new miracle, a flower, is born, 
So, line by sounding line, I heard thy song, 

Royally chanted, spread vestigial wings, 
That grew to mighty pinions, sweep along 

Till it became a harmony of kings. 
Thus Fame shall rive thy song from thee and make 

Thy name a handmaid to it — ruthless Fame, 
With harp strings fibred out of hearts — shall take 

Thy song and sing it into notes of flame ; 
Such music Michael's angels heard afar, 
Tremendous legions treading to a star. 

Edwin Coolidge. 

A magnificent chant royal, a most difficult form of com- 
position. 



Ambrose Bierce. 



A wild heart poet, with her "Old Glory," her "Driftwood 

Fire," and many other poems that flash with color and crash 

with music. 

Edwin Markham. 



OF CONGRESS 




